So, I came home. I’m going to do some reading, take a nap, see if I don’t feel better.
Meanwhile, I’m sitting here eating my lunch and I look up and what do I see?
The Butcher is holding the orange cat and manipulating the cat’s front paws to…
and I wish I were a.) kidding or b.) had photo graphed it…
..box the dog!
No wonder the dog wants to play pounce the cat all the time! When I’m not here, the cat is boxing the dog.
All three of them seemed to be enjoying themselves, though, so you know, who am I to judge?
If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my years of blogging it’s that men do weird shit that seems like a bad idea and yet, for the most part, they seem to have fun and no one dies. So, who am I to try to stop the boy from using the cat to tease the dog?